Monetaries - McCarthy

On a cold mids mourner sun sharp right

Upon a few tables smiling five pound note

Gazing at me from the pavement

Wet we looked it wasn't there

I was dreaming you always are

I see coins that were your eyes

My eyes shining like sapphires

I can't think

And I can't paint I can't love

And no one will for money makes us of

Death to monetaries

Death to monetaries

I've been happy you've been sad

You have died you've own you'll be alive

Always at my back I hear

Always at my back I hear

Monetaries

Monetaries

Monetaries

Oh

Death to monetaries

Death to monetaries